Never Happened…
Hopefully y'all remember which story this was…?
Well, if you forgot, you're stupid…!
Not really… Just forgetful…
Like my grandma… She has severe Alzheimer's… It sucks… She hardly remembers anything anymore…
But, enough of my drabble, ON WITH THE NEW STORY!
Dedicated to Mew Mew 124 because Mew Mew requested this story!
A little girl with black hair, pale mock-porcelain skin, and sky blue eyes was running through the streets. Her black hair up in messy, loose pigtails whipped around her face as she ran against the wind of the night. The wind stung her eyes and tears streaked her rosy wind-bitten cheeks. She girl sobbed softly to herself as she continued running into town.
Everything had gone so wrong that day! Her father had been so cruel to her, her mother had died, she was deemed not-ready to rule her town until she turned twenty years of age. She was too ready to be a queen! She was a princess already, why couldn't she be queen until she was twenty? And with her mother gone, she had no one to ask why, no one to snuggle up against and cry into, no one to cry to about how unfair life was. She had nobody now. Sure, she had her papa, but he was just so childishly male… She could never talk to him like she had talked to her mother.
The girl finally stopped at a little garden in town square. Because it was the start of winter, the flowers and grass and weeds were coated with a thin sheen of frost. Snow was beginning to fall as the wind continued whipping her ebony locks around her head. The water in the pond was only just starting to freeze; occasionally a fish would bob up to the top to eat a water bug dancing on the surface.
She chose a spot to sit, a nice little rock next to a wilting cherry tree. This tree had bloomed quite late, it still had blossoms on it now, but they were all being eaten alive by the chill of the frost.
The sad tree reminded the girl very much of herself. Beautiful and full of potential, but being held back by forces it could not control.
This realization only made her cry more. Her sobs racked her body and her shoulders shook as she buried her face in her pink, tiny, freezing hands.
Her hot tears stung at the chilled skin; it was a pleasant reminder that not all the earth was cold and cruel. That there were some warm things in life. There was kindness out there somewhere…
The tiny girl continued to whimper in her solitude as the snow began to thicken and fall heavier on and around her. The wind began to die down, but as the snow became more in weight, it bore down and stuck to the earth. But still she stayed where she was.
An incredibly warm substance was wrapped around the cold girl's shoulders without warning. She looked up in shock, her burning eye coming back in contact with the icy air and causing her to squint until they adjusted.
A young man with long, messy black hair had wrapped his jacket around her. He was smiling gently at her, his cheeks tinted pink as his nose had in result of the cold. His jacket was as warm as his smile. His eyes glimmered at her; even his eyes seemed to be smiling. Just looking at him made her feel safe…happy…warm…loved…
The boy moved a little closer to her and wrapped his right arm around her shoulders now covered by his body-heat-warmed jacket. Gently he brushed snow from her ebony hair and asked in the most beautiful voice the girl had ever heard, "What's making such a lovely little princess so sad? Tell me; I'll take care of it."
The girl smiled weakly at him. She couldn't find her voice; lost in the cold air that surrounded the two.
The boy's golden eyes continued to smile at her. He saw her unwillingness to answer his question, so he took a different approach. "I'm Young… What's your name, princess?" he asked, brushing the back of his hand against her pink cheek fondly.
The girl's cheek turned a different shade of pink. The blush was easily hidden as cold biting her body, however. She found a meek, tinkling little voice and whispered, "I'm Kimiko…"
Young smiled at her. He slowly un-snaked his arm and stood upon the rock on which she sat. He plucked a frozen cherry blossom from the tree above them and then sat beside her again.
Young took her hand and opened her palm. Carefully he placed the blossom into her hand and as the frost and snow began to melt away, he whispered, "There, you see? The world may be cold… But it's people who make it warm again… You just have to stop and take notice…"
Looking down at the wet, soggy blossom, Kimiko felt her cheeks heat up again. Joy coursed through her veins as the blossom regained its spring-time appearance. The dark center fading to lighter pink winked up at the little queen-to-be and the water droplets on it twinkled with a hope previously lost by the poor alone girl.
Kimiko looked up at him and said gently, "Thank you Young… You're very kind…"
Young smiled a smile like a warm, crackling fireplace with marshmallows being roasted over top the welcoming flames and he helped her to her feet.
The two crunched through the fallen snow and left warm, gentle footprints in the pathway they took.
Okay, I just wrote that and I thought it was all fluff! But it was so beautiful! What's the matter with me? *sniffles* So beautiful…!